You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
...
Read full text
'A poise of the head no sculptor has caught' i really really like that line man, this poem provokes some interesting concepts, i dont know if their entireley intended or not.
it's great beautiful expression- Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods As many as skies in delicate change